It must have had something in it he liked. Chemistry!
It’s warm here. 74 in the house, not sure about outside, but it must be 60s.
Maybe it was citric acid, present in both items, I believe. He was my cat, but my Favorite Son slept with him every night. I don’t like cat-hair sheets, but somehow, it seems, PV never lost much.
He was the smartest cat I’ve ever seen, but we kept a bell on him in case he got out. It paid off at least twice! The funny side of that was that if he heard a bell that sounded like his, he began calling for another cat! Silly thing.
And now, my exhausted self insists on dragging me down the hall.
See you tomorrow!